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the mill office. There is no one about. He goes across the office and enters the boardroom. The room is empty, the long tables set for a ghost banquet. There is a keg of beer tapped and he takes a glass from the sideboard and fills it and wanders on into James Gregg's office and sits at the desk and sips the beer. A door opens in an outer room and there are voices. McEvoy rises from the desk and James Gregg enters the room. McEvoy is standing in front of the desk. Gregg goes past him to his place behind the desk. The grips of the revolver in McEvoy's belt are visible.
    G REGG Did you want to see me?
    M C E VOY I was huntin my father.
    G REGG Your father.
    M C E VOY He was the gardener.
    G REGG I know who he was.
    M C E VOY No you dont.
    G REGG What do you mean I dont?
    M C E VOY You might know his name is all.
    G REGG You didnt come in here looking for him.
    M C E VOY Where’ve you got him workin at?
    G REGG He works in the mill. This company is in the textile business. We have stockholders to answer to. We’re not in the flower business.
    M C E VOY Shit.
    G REGG What did you say?
    M C E VOY You heard me.
    G REGG What do you want, McEvoy?
    M C E VOY I dont want a damn thing from you.
    G REGG You better clear out. We dont need your kind here.
    M C E VOY What do you mean my kind?
    G REGG You better leave.
    M C E VOY What do you mean my kind?
    G REGG People who dont want to work. You had your chance here.
    M C E VOY Chance’s ass.
    G REG Why did Mr Giles let you go?
    M C E VOY Mr Giles didnt let me go. I left my own damn self. He says different he’s a liar.
    G REGG My recollection is that you were turned off for stealing.
    M C E VOY That’s a damned lie.
    Interior. Mill. Patrick McEvoy standing in the aisle watching the side of spindles he is doffing. Another worker comes by and they stop to talk.
    W ORKER I thought that boy of yourn swore he’d never set foot in this mill again.
    M R M C E VOY He did.
    W ORKER Well he just now went down through there.
    Patrick looks toward where the man is pointing. The blank look on his face is gradually replaced by a dawning sense of impending doom. He turns and goes down the aisle.
    Interior. Mill office.
    G REGG You better get out McEvoy.
    M C E VOY I aint done yet. You think you can say anything you want about people and they just have to put up with it.
    G REGG I think you’re crazy is what I think. What did you come here for? What were you doing in my office?
    M C E VOY You think people dont know what you are?
    G REGG By god I believe you were in here looking for something to steal.
    G REGG You call me a liar?
    M C E VOY I didnt stutter.
    Gregg pushes back his chair and rises from it. He looks at McEvoy standing there, disheveled and ragged, on crutches, and he gives him a cynical smile.
    G REGG What do you want? Money?
    M C E VOY I dont want a damned thing from you.
    Gregg reaches into his coat pocket and brings forth some coins. He selects a ten dollar gold piece and flips it onto the desk in front of McEvoy.
    G REGG Take it and get out.
    McEvoy stares at the gold piece. When he looks up his eyes are filled with hatred. Gregg looks at McEvoy and then he looks at the coin and then he looks at McEvoy again. Then his face drains. He jerks suddenly at the top drawer of his desk. McEvoy snatches the pistol from his belt.
    M C E VOY Dont.
    Gregg scrabbles in the desk drawer for his pistol and McEvoy fires. Gregg is knocked back sitting in his chair. He reaches again for the drawer and McEvoy fires again. Gregg reels in the chair. He puts a hand to his side and rises.
    G REGG You raggedyassed crippled son of a bitch.
    Gregg lurches toward the safe in the comer of the room.
    Interior. Office outside James Greggs door. Mr Giles running to see what has occurred. McEvoy swings past him on his crutch and makes for the outside door.
    M R G ILES You wretched boy, what have you done?
    Gregg lurches from his office bleeding at the mouth and holding a small derringer pistol.
    M R G ILES Captain